>Skating big tent poetry #22 `let an adventure spark a poem`

>Snow covers the ground. Magic ice castles are on a crystalline surface.Cold air nips at all senses, glide on to the setting.Friction over the ice. As ice curls and cuts on shiny blades.(rock over and bite) Bodies bent radially, flexing of knees, increase, momentum, cut into the ice.Into another world . . .Descend . . .

>Pamela, interesting to read that you were a Long Islander. My childhood skating memories were from Central Wisconsin in my home town. The city used to flood tennis courts and baseball diamonds in the winter so kids could skate. I loved those days too.